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I awoke at dawn. The rose-colored firmament looked into my eyes. Everything was beautiful, round....
Ghosts Of My Life
One aim of Sapphire And Steel was to transpose the ghost stories out of the Victorian context into...
Feelings
There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed. How could she injure me so?No marksNo...
Our Strangers
I’m on the train, traveling alone, with two seats to myself. I have to use the restroom. Without...
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